I arrive at his house, early. He told me if I did, to go in. I hesitate, though, and walk around outside for a bit. I feel a bit nervous to go in without him there. After nearly a half hour, however, I give up and decide at least I could go in and relax a little until he arrives. After finding the key where he said it would be, I open the door, then re-hid...
I sat up, leaving his side immediately, my hands coming up to cover my breasts. "What do you mean, 'tell me why you're here'?" He sat up too, bringing his hand up to touch my face. I moved away repeating my question. "I'm really sorry. Things were never meant to happen this way. It was never supposed to be like this." "What wasn't supposed to be like this...
Hey this is the last installment of this story - I haven't written for a couple of months due to having a lot on but I hope now to continue writing. Please comment and don't forget to vote :) ----\/---- I walked for what seemed like hours, milling here and there, with no idea about where Tom might be. I walked through the village, down the high street, hop...
"Thanks for the invitation. Dinner Saturday at Jainie's sounds great. No, not seeing anyone right now, so I'll be coming alone. See you soon." A smile came to her face as she read the email. She had girlishly plotted with her best friend Jainie to discover whether Alexander was available. Perhaps still dating the artist-model from the summer. Time to go to...
I had been pacing the plush carpet for three days now. Stewing! Just couldn't let it go this time.I wanted to do the typical Girl thing. Stomp my feet! Pout! But, that wouldn't get me anywhere in this group. "The Boys Club". Wait, that's unfair. Really, I had earned my way to the top. They never used my gender against me. I know I am just grabbing at straws....
As she runs her fingers through her slightly damp hair, she adjusts the volume on the radio and begins to sway to the music. Her heart is pounding as the music voices her every feeling;her elations, her pain, and her confusion. Hands trembling she pulls the corkscrew from the drawer and begins to open the chablis that tucks her into a lonely bed every night....
A familiar yellow lab greeted Matt and Nicki at the door when they entered Matt's single story rambler. Nicki knelt down to let the dog smell her and scratched behind his ears, letting him lick her face. "Hey now, back off Harry," Matt said, pulling Nicki up to a standing position and pulling her into him. "That's my woman." Nicki grinned and let Matt kiss...
The ride to Benji Ashton's music store had been a dead one. Whatever Collin through into the air as a question or a comment would fall like a brick to the ground with an embarrassing crash. "Are you okay, kitten?" he asked for the twelfth time since she had gotten into the car. Incessantly, he would ask her if she was ok and if she was feeling all right an...
The fire crackled as Eric tinkered with the logs to keep it burning. In another half hour, Kirsten would be there and Eric could not help but be giddy with excitement and anticipation. How long had it been? Two, perhaps three months? No matter how long it had been, Eric could still smell her perfume in the air and see her brilliant eyes in the sky. Twenty-ei...
The crossing was rough. The Minch can get turbulent, and the ferry was an hour and a half late reaching Stornoway. We were all right, safe on the MacBrayne ferry, but I wondered about the yacht we saw briefly as we overtook it, disappearing completely into the troughs at times. Distinctive, with its junk rig, reefed right down. Mrs McLeod was waiting for us,...